Whither Our Priorities?

So The Wife™ is channel flipping last night and comes across a show from, as they say, across the pond, and English program about putting dogs in homes before Xmas. Some have to get some pretty major surgeries first; one needs to bear her pups before finding that Xmas home. They even have a royal visit to the Hammersea (?) Hospital where the pups are all seemingly gathered.

Then came one dude.

He was about my age with a large-ish black and white dog he obviously loved dearly. But he had to give him up… wait for it… because he had been evicted and was going to soon be homeless. And "a tent is no place for a dog."

We have become, it seems, so inured to the mere fact of homelessness that priority goes to making sure the dog eventually gets a happy home.